Wednesday, March 31, 2004

I am officialy (well, at least according to the NY Press, whatever that means), "officialy" more loathsome than not only Drew Barrymore, Abe Foxman, Bud Selig, and Eric Alterman, but more loathsome than even Joan Rivers. Sadly, the Hilton Sisters are appearantly just a little more loathsome than Strand employees.

29. Strand Staffers SLAVING AT A used bookshop may be a nobler vocation than trading pork bellies, but is it too much to ask that someone make eye contact through his or her Elvis Costello glasses? Is it unreasonable to expect the occasional acknowledgement of a customer's presence? Do new employees take classes to learn how to display utter contempt? Screw the Strand and its narrow aisles and indecipherable shelving practices and overpriced used books and staff of petulant clerks. They can ram all eight miles of books up their mopey asses. Next to them, the people at Barnes & Noble are downright motherly.

(From The Fifty Most Loathsome New Yorkers)

While that does make me happy, as does the nice package I got from Bonnie yesterday with CD's that I am listening to, there is still this Matt not calling me thing creating a sadness that is dueling with these happy things. Guess which one is winning? I'll give you a hint: It is not being more loathsome than Fifty Cent. Will he call today? And no, not Fifty Cent, but that boy.